by Arris Leighton
The weight-loss surgery was successful and soon, over a hundred pounds melted away. My jutting bones are the headstones where my rolls and dimples used to live. My fat friends see me as the mirror that reflects their perceived flaws and have banished themselves from what they consider my judging eyes. My fat vanished, as did my husband, closely followed by our marriage. All that was left was the real me. When people ask how much I've lost, I reply, "Everything."
Arris Leighton lives in Southern California and spends her time staying under the radar.